Her cunt drips onto my elongated sex, lubricating me. Preparing me to take her.
And when I pluck her thong aside and tuck myself up against her sopping wet little fuck hole, the lights of the carnival flash around us, brighter and brighter. Every inch I sneak into her hot, milky channel causes my stomach muscles to seize tighter, just to hold back my load. Oh God, this is so wrong. Anyone could see us. But there’s no stopping now. Not when she’s mewling and wiggling around, trying to get comfortable on my impaling flesh.
“Feel how big you make me in your pretty dress?”
Her walls cave in around me, shaking, and I know, I know with total certainty that we’re in the right place. Together. This is what we were meant for. This is what has been missing in our lives. Each other, yes. Our love, yes. But also this specific brand of hunger and satisfaction.
Finally, when I can take no more slow playing, I lift Clare fully onto my lap and roll my way into a full seat, her cunt swallowing me whole. And she cries out at the unexpected intrusion, so I wrap my hand around her fragile throat, squeezing until she coughs.
“Do youwantto get caught with Daddy so deep in your pussy?”
Her sides heave in and out. In and out. “N-no.”
“Rock on it, quietly, then,” I manage, my voice growing hoarse from the need to shout. To moan in pure bliss over my hot little wife. “Eat your cotton candy so no one suspects.”
“Ok-kay,” she says, panting, bringing the cloud of pink to her mouth and biting off a piece, chewing, her hips beginning a slow up and back pattern. When the horse goes up, she cheats her hips back and rides to the tip of my shaft. When it descends, she swivels and bucks, grinding me deep to the recesses of her cunt.
“Good girl,” I grit out. “This is how you show me your love properly.”
“It is?”
“Oh yes. Just like this. But a little faster.” I have her hips in a death grip now, urging her back, urging her down into my lap so I can get as deep as possible every time the horse descends on its pole. “Lean forward and wrap your arms around the horse’s head. Daddy is going to be hard on you for a minute, but it’s necessary.”
She looks back at me with wide eyes, as if to gauge my temper or my disposition, and I can’t help but lean down and reassure her with a kiss. A kiss that feels forbidden in the shadows of the carnival while we’re locked in a state of play, her pussy trembling around my inches, like it’s her first time. I dip my tongue into her mouth and she gasps, returning the stroke a moment later, shy, but with growing boldness. I kiss her as long as I can standthe pleasure without unleashing a flood inside of her, then I pull away, gripping her jaw hard.
“Do what I told you to do.”
She weaves a little, eye glazed. “Yes, Daddy.”
I clamp down on a moan when she leans forward and circles her arms about the horse head, clinging, her ass lifting beneath the dress, legs draped on either side of the artificial flanks. One final time, I check our surroundings to make sure no one is watching and then I press my chest down to her back, pinning her roughly to the horse, and I fuck her in earnest from behind, growling as I pummel her soft cunt, her hole cinched up so tight I know it’s only going to take me a few strokes.
And I’m right.
But those few strokes areeuphoria.
Mostly because her legs start to kick, her body struggling through the pleasure.
I’ve come to expect this from her, how she instinctively fights off the orgasm, due to its magnitude, and that’s what she does now, kicking and whining.
“Let it happen,” I growl, fisting her hair and yanking, my hips moving at hyper speed, a race to the finish line, my stomach slapping off her butt cheeks. “Let that little thing squirt for Daddy. Nothing wrong with it. Your body knows it’s right, even if no one else does.”
A gasp falls from her mouth and…
Fuck yeah, there it is.
The dam breaks and she’s creaming all over my pumping cock and…oh LORD…that’s my exit sign. I take it with a closed mouth groan, feeding a torrent of seed into her clenching hole, her sweet body jolting from the immensity of the release. Mine, too. We spasm together, grinding, gasping for air, my mouth against her sweaty neck.
I’m shaken, as I am every single time I take Claire, and it takes me long, lethargic moments to recover, but I know it’s extra important this time to regain my senses. Still catching my breath, I fix her clothing, as well as my own, pulling her limp body into my arms just in time for the carnival worker to return with a half-eaten hot dog.
“Enjoy the ride?” he asks, shutting down the carousel.
“Sure did,” I say, giving him a curt nod as I step off the ride. When the worker looks at my passed-out wife with an air of concern, I say, “The excitement took a lot out of her,” and I keep walking, putting us in an Uber and bringing my wife home for the first time.
Little do I know that it might be the last.
Chapter Thirteen
Claire